Once, many years ago, before cell phones but after we all got answering machines with caller ID, someone dialed my number by mistake. I don’t remember the details exactly, but the gist of it was some man who’d planned to meet his buddy couldn’t make it and wanted to reschedule. Good Samaritan that I was, when I heard the message an hour or so later, I called back the number that popped up on the caller ID to let the guy know he’d dialed the wrong number.
Problem was, he didn’t answer. A woman, presumably his wife, did. I explained the reason for my call, but fumbled when my kind gesture was met by stony silence. After repeating myself several times (why, oh why did I do that?), I hung up.
Obviously, she didn’t buy the he-dialed-the-wrong-number bit.
Since that time, I’ve left well enough alone when someone calls me by mistake. It doesn’t happen too often, but a few days ago I received a message from a man who was quite anxious to talk to his friend. Not in a frightening way, like he was incredibly angry or, worse yet, suicidal, but clearly this conversation was important to him. Still, I didn’t call back. Phone safety is a tricky thing and I only talk to people I know.
An episode of Frasier dealt with this issue of helping strangers in its usual comic way some twenty years ago or so, only Frasier ended up in the police station, busted for solicitation of a female impersonator. Of course the show didn’t end there and Frasier ended up continuing with his practice of kindness to strangers.
As do I. One suspicious wife isn’t going to stop me from helping others. However, now that I’m older and wiser, I do put my own safety first. It doesn’t mean I couldn’t be hoodwinked by someone who knows X number of people will help a child in need, but I take care. It’s sad to me that most of us are cautious when it comes to helping those we don’t know, but that’s the way it is.
For now, anyway.
Image credits: People helping people © Bro Vector–stock.adobe.com; Retro telephone © siraanamwong–stock.adobe.com
What an interesting experience you had, Belinda. I am impressed at your level of caring, but totally understand pulling back after what happened.
Nowadays,if I could just stop all the spam calls!! I am thankful for the call blocking and filters, but it’s still annoying!
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I know–phones just aren’t what they used to be! I get these creepy group calls and I can’t block those, although usually no one else in the group responds so deleting the one call is sufficient. Oh well. I’m still grateful for my phone.
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Belinda, you have such a good heart. For some reason, several years ago I began receiving text messages for someone else. The onslaught was aggravating. I did text one person back to let her know this was not who she thought it was. She asked if I had another number for the person she was trying to reach. Silence on my end. I still get texts for the gal but just delete them.
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That made me laugh, the part about asking if you had another number for their friend. There’s only so much you can do.
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